She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. "I hope you choke on every penny." "Pick that up." She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.

E-mail creates the illusion that you're writing. You're not.

Make-up? What happened? You look almost female." "Thanks. You look almost straight.

Something brushed his leg, and he gazed down into the face of Pippi Tucker. The theme from Jaws raced through his head.

He set the suitcases in the back then tossed her the keys. "You drive." She repressed a smile as she climbed behind the wheel. "With each passing day, your reasons for wanting a wife become clearer.

I'm not living in the shadows anymore. I want to walk in the sun. But I can't do that without you.

Don't mess with me, Calvin. You'll only get hurt.